Saturday, December 29, 2012

Being a parent

Being a parent makes me feel dumb.

Some aspects are common sense. Others are not.

For example, the more a baby sleeps during the day, the more they will sleep at night.
That makes no sense to me.
But it is very true.

When a baby screams, you try to fix it.
Often there is no solution.
Or there is a solution (I.e. sleep), but they refuse.

But now that we are total parenting experts with a whole 8 weeks under our belts, every once in a while we do something, it works, and we look at each other and exchange a high five. Yes, literally a high five. Because it feels that exciting.
And, they're not usually high-five-able parenting revelations, but it makes us feel like we are learning. Slowly.

When giving a baby a bottle, use a bib. They are messy. She is 8 weeks old and we just figured this out. No laughing.

Sometimes she gets bored. Okay, often, she gets bored. Just because she's 8 weeks old doesn't mean she wants to just sit around. My kid in particular. She expects a whole curriculum each day.

Rattles are amazing. They are amazing curriculum. My baby iPhone app said 8 week old babies like rattles so we literally ran like a bat out of hell to buy a rattle. Kid loves the rattle. Best purchase to date. Rattle goes everywhere she goes.

Jeremy gets all the credit for this one...if we are going somewhere late-ish and when we come home we will likely have a cranky kid because it is close to or past bedtime (8pm)....dress her in her pajamas so that when you get home, you don't have to change her again. She tends to get pissed when we pull a onesie over her head and we don't want to get her screaming before bed. So...dress her in advance. Then when you get home...feed...bed.

Never change a diaper before a baby eats. Unless you want to personally fund the Pampers employees salaries.

Those are examples of our good ideas and wise learnings. I have decided to leave out all the things that we have done wrong. It makes us look better.

Thursday, December 27, 2012


We love to travel.
We want our baby to love travel.
So we decided to take her down visit my parents place in Florida.
At 7 weeks of age.
Aggressive decision? Perhaps.
But she was fantastic!
And so we...
"Swam" in the pool

Visited the beach to see the dolphins.

Chilled poolside...

Rocked some sweet shades...

And took a bath in a salad bowl. Yep, a salad bowl. We didn't have a baby bath tub in Florida, so we innovated and went with a salad bowl. Hold the dressing, please.

Traveling with an infant...more of a trip, less of a vacation. But, we did it! And, we are crazy enough to consider going back in a month or so.

I'm still disappointed that she didn't get a set of 'wings' on the flight. Apparently they don't do that anymore. Mollie wanted wings for her her first flight. Instead she got peanuts.

Sunday, December 23, 2012


December 21, 2012 Mollie smiled.
Not an "I'm pooping" smile that is really just gas.
Nope, a full on smile from ear to ear.
A smile in response to our smiles.
This child typically makes very serious faces and I thought perhaps she would never smile.
It turns out, we just hadn't said anything funny enough to warrant a smile.

These past 7 weeks have been the most exhausting, emotional, hilarious and difficult weeks of my life.

And then she smiled. And it's all worthwhile. It's amazing what a smile can do.
This little smile changed everything.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Email to my husband

I just sent the following email to Jeremy.

Oh how life has changed.

I took a close look at the droplets on the ceiling of Mollie's room today and confirmed the worst. It is, in fact, poop. Projectile poop. We most remedy this situation immediately. And by we, I mean you. There is poop on the ceiling in our daughter's room. It has been there for weeks.

We are officially parents.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Happy Hanukkah!

Happy Hanukkah from the Frank Family!

Mollie's a little too young to really appreciate the holiday at this age...but we did our best to celebrate. Mollie's Great Aunt Helen bought Mollie her own Menorah.
We celebrated the first night of the holiday with my family over spaghetti and latkes. (I'm still grossed out by chicken, my brother in law doesn't eat red spaghetti it is!)
And then we lit Mollie's menorah for the first night of Hanukkah.

She didn't exactly appreciate the gesture.
The child doesn't really appreciate much after 5:30.
This was 7:30.
This video is her Hanukkah meltdown.


Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Our own way

Sometimes being a parent is hard.

Okay, all of the time being a parent is hard.

People don't tell you that.

Eating dinner is hard. 

Eating any meal is hard.

The baby wants to be held all the time. It's not terribly easy to eat and hold a baby. We have ruined many an outfit by spilling food on it while trying to hold her and eat dinner.

Enter...the bassinet on the counter while we eat dinner. 

The baby wants to be a part of dinner, and we want to eat with two hands. So, we improvise. 
Bassinet on the counter with us while we eat dinner.
Don't judge. She doesn't move. She's 5 weeks old. It's a flat surface. It allows us to eat dinner with two hands and the baby can sit with us.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The twins have arrived!

I mentioned previously that two of my very best friends are also pregnant and due soon. (And a third due in April!) One of these friends, Rachel, was due with TWINS! (Twins are particularly close to my heart as my mom is a twin!)

Rachel was due January 12th, but her twins had a different due date in mind, and arrived this past Saturday!

It was a strange arrival for me. Not like I'm the mother, but ya know, it was strange for me.

Jeremy was out of town for the weekend attending one of his best friend's weddings. I was anxious to stay home alone for the first time, with our 4 week old baby so Debra offered to stay one night, and my sister the other night. Have I mentioned my friends and family are AMAZING???

Friday night Debra stayed over at our house and we had a slumber party. We stayed up talking and then fell asleep for a few hours before Miss. Mollie awoke for her first nighttime feeding. I fed her, and went back to sleep. She woke up around 4:30 as usual for her second nightime feeding. I fed her and went back to sleep.


At 5:30 AM I got a phone call from Rachel (pregnant with twins). Rachel is NOT a morning person. However, pregnancy has robbed her of her ability to sleep. So, I thought perhaps she couldn't sleep and was calling to say hi.
And then I realized that nobody calls anyone at 5:30 AM to say hi. 
And then Debra started screaming...GET IT..ANSWER THE PHONE. RACHEL WOULD NEVER CALL AT 5:30AM!!!!

I came to my half awake senses and answered the phone.

Rachel's water broke. They were on their way to the hospital.

The twins were on their way. Due date or not.

This is Debra and me...screaming with excitement, nerves and fear in bed after Rachel called...
And then we spent the next 4 hours laughing about the fact that the one time in our lives that we've had a sleepover....Rachel goes into labor.
And so we were together.
Two of the people who love Rachel the most.
Screaming like pre-teens at 5:30 AM.

Fast forward to 10:00 AM on Saturday.

Rachel and Sam welcomed their two amazing, beautiful children into the world. Six weeks early, but thriving nonetheless.

Welcome to the world Scarlett Marie and Burton Edward!  You are so very, very loved already.
Rachel and Burton Edward

Scarlett Marie
Next up....Debra's baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mollie, I really hope you like these kids, because we really like their parents.